Can I be the curve
along your backbone,
compliant to your movements.
With sweet utterance
and indulgent breath,
If could be your skin
I'd be inclined to linger
near the base of your spine.
May I curve around and
run over you like water...
quenching your heat
molding myself to you?
Love, will you let my temperament,
unresisting, bend to touch
your depths...
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